Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.